I'll be absolutely honest and admit I am really fucking struggling with this news and my heart goes out to Bob's family. It wasn't a surprise and I hadn't seen Bob for years, though we always remained in regular contact, but, well, you know...I guess it was in part because we bonded over both championing something that was fairly unfashionable to like in a non-ironic way on BCB at that time, maybe it was just my admiration for him as a bloke.I am not naïve enough to think I am alone in Bob sharing his love of the following album with me, but after the first time we met we exchanged a lot of music. I tried to convert him to The Partisans (quelle surprise) and "his" response, the one I didn't know that he was proudly bringing to the table, was the Crisis comp We Are All Jews And Germans. He wanted me to rate it like he did and that meant a huge amount to me. He was right of course.Rest easy Bob, actually don't rest easy, make a fucking racket wherever you are you glorious unhinged man. I'll miss you.

RIP Boab. I had the pleasure of meeting him a few times. He was a Motherwell fan and i'm a Killie fan, so we had that in common. We both supported crap fitba teams. We got on famously. I've read all these posts with a tear in my eye. Don't know what else to say really, other than send my condolences to Gillian and the girls.

Bob was the first person "from the internet " that I ever had any personal contact with- I rashly mentioned Motherwell on the Mojo board and he sent me a pm.

I'll have fond memories of meeting him after that, in the 13th Note, McChuill's and Fir Park, but my best memory is going to be from Saturday 16th of April, 2011. Half time at Hampden, Motherwell 3 nil up against St Johnstone in the Scottish Cup semi final. I bumped into Bob and we immediately broke into huge grins, both saying stuff like, "I don't believe it, it's like a dream!", etc.

I'm glad he made it to the Scottish JU last summer, when he was looking well - the skinhead suited him.

This is desperately sad. I regret not meeting up with him when he was briefly in Hong Kong a few years back as I failed to spot his message in the jolly up section. He seemed like a great guy and I'm sure he would have been great company for a pint or two. Cancer spares no one. My sympathies go out to his family and to his friend Johnny who we're all grateful to for keeping us informed of his condition.

I can't add anything new to the lovely tributes here, and they are lovely.Past the horrible initial diagnosis I enjoyed reading snippets and updates from Bob's life, following his treks hither and yon, the music he was exploring and the friends he was seeing. He carried on doing the things that brought him happiness with the people he loved. I don't think it's a badge of honour to deal with cancer 'bravely' but his optimistic and no nonsense approach to it was wonderful to read.

I send love to his family and am thankful for his short and punky life. A special thanks to Ian for keeping us updated and love to you too.

Party on Bob,As ever, your palAnnaXxxx

You come at the Queen, you best not miss.

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Such sad news. I'd have loved to have met Rory/Bob and shared a pint, having enjoyed manys, many good (terrible) football threads with him for many years. Definitely one of the good guys. Rest in peace – and be sure to have a kickabout with Phil O'Donnell.

Debi told me that Rory had died and I'm very saddened by the news. I never had the pleasure of meeting him in person, but we have some major overlapping music interests, so we always had great discourses on here. He was a top notch music guy and a real character. And now that he's gone, only pig bodine and I are left to extoll the virtues of Alice Cooper's Pretties For You. Rest in Peace, Bob. You'll not be forgotten.

I did meet Bob when he was on a business trip to Singapore. Mudshark and I arranged to meet him at The Crazy Elephant on Clarke Quay. We were the only ones in the place but we had a great night listening to the house band, consuming too many beers, singing along badly to the live band [spectacularly out of tune vocals by all three of us on "You Really Got Me" - is such a thing possible?] and writing our names onto the wall of fame/shame. We later heard his business meeting the next day was conducted through a rather thick fog on his part. At the time we felt the evening was testimony to the wonders of BCB. A Scot, an Englishman and a Cloggie walked into a bar...

The guitarist in the house band turned out to be Angshu, who later joined BCB.

Whenever I play The Damned I think of Bob. They were our common ground after we disagreed over the worthiness of The Clash (him for, me against).